December 2009
5 posts
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The sweet fragrance of moon has brought me to your room where you waft milky magic from that ancient loom.
Hand in unlovable hand.
And I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can’t find one good thing to say. And I hope that if I found the strength to walk out you’d stay the hell outta my way.
Uhm.
I feel like I am stuck in time, I swear. I just want to speed past this point in my life. I wish I could fast forward to 2, 3 years down the road, because I really don’t think I have much to look forward to until then. And I have no one but myself to blame for that, which makes it even more frustrating.
I am stuck treading water in one single spot, not being able to move forward. I am...